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Aug 2018
Drops
drops of water
run down my face
from my eyes.
I can taste the salts
as my eyes burn
and my heart aches
and my spirit dies.
Pain
pain of sorrow
flows through
my tired body.
I can't feel anything
but bitter pain
surrounding
the inside of me.
Crystal Freda
Written by
Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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